Adultery Slave to My Indian Maid by spankedboy

[Ramesh_Rocky]

It was 2 in the afternoon. My buttocks were still stinging, despite more than three hours having elapsed since Rubina had thrashed me. Every time Rubina had a free hand to punish me, I knew my pasa was going to pay for it. I resolved not to flirt with Zarine again. At least not in the near future.

I had just finished some of my studies. My final exams were soon to take place, in a month, and then I would be done university and my undergrad. It was almost hard to believe. My thoughts turned to Rashida. Something gnawed at me -- I wanted to help her, but how?

Suddenly things started to happen.

I got a phone call, and had to fetch Mummy.

My khala -- my aunt, her sister -- had just had a tiny car accident. Everything was fine, but my mother decided to pay her a visit. She told me to stay home and finish my studies.

My khala lived on the other side of the city, so it would be some time, perhaps night, before she returned. Maybe she would stay over there, as she sometimes did. My dad was of course in Bangkok and would be returning in a couple of days.

Suddenly I realized I was home alone with the two maids.

I had watched as Rashida had gone about her house tasks. She still had that sad look on her face, and she didn't say much. Even my gift hadn't really cheered her up as much as I had expected it to. Rubina didn't say anything much to her also, but merely went on the housework as well. When my father would return, there was going to be a big party at our place, so there was some housework to do.

My thoughts turned back to Rashida and her birthday.

I had been a slave to my housemaid Rashida (and Rubina) for over five years now. Every year I slavishly and religiously celebrated her birthday, but I couldn't remember a birthday where she had been in so much depression. I wondered how I could help her out of it. Usually spanking or punishing me, or using me as a toilet managed to put her in a good mood, but I had already been punished last night by her and this morning by Rubina, so I didn't know how much more caning my buttocks could take. Still, I considered going down to the kitchen and presenting myself to her. That should cheer her up.

Suddenly the telephone rang. It was my mother.

"Hi baby." She told me. "Looks like your khala has hurt her shoulder in the accident. It's not serious, but I will be spending the night here. I will be returning tomorrow morning."

"Yes, Mummy."

Once I ended the phone conversation, a small plan began to emerge in my head. I fleshed it out, and then sucked in my breath. This would require guts. I then went down towards the maids' bedrooms. I knew both were taking a rest in the afternoon, and I hoped Rashida wasn't sleeping.

Rashida was reading in bed when I had knocked on the door. I could see her as the door was ajar.

"Come in," She replied, when she saw me knocking. I entered her room.

"It's not a Monday night." Rashida told me, with a slight smile. "What are you doing here, baba? It's not time for me to spank and punish you."

I told her about my mother not coming home this evening, and a few other things Mummy wanted me to relate to her. Rashida listened to all of them and nodded. Then she cast a curious eye at me as I stood there.

"Baba. Was there anything else?"

"Bua." I gulped and swallowed my humiliation. "It is your birthday. And you deserve to be happy and smiling on your birthday."

Rashida kept a steely eye on me.

"And how do you, Tarek, propose to make your maid servant happy ... and smile?"

"Bua." I swallowed again, and continued, "I would like to take you out this evening on a date. A proper date at a nice restaurant that you like. And afterwards, bua, I would like to take you for a walk by Outram Ghat. It's a nice balmy evening, I am sure you will love it. And then ..."

"And then?"

"And then, bua," I gulped and continued, "When we are back home, I would like to offer myself to you for the night, bua. You can spank me, cane me, do whatever you want, bua. I will be at your service all night."

"ALL night?"

"Er ... yes, bua. ALL night."

"Hmm."

For some time Rashida didn't speak. I wondered if I had crossed my limits. Then suddenly she nodded.

"China Cottage, Quest Mall." She said, naming her favourite restaurant. "Try to see if you can get dinner reservation at 7 pm, Tarek. And then you can take me in a taxi there. And treat me properly like a real date. Not just your maid whom you are having mercy on."

"Er ... YES bua! OF course, bua! I will treat you like the best ..."

"Shh," Rashida shushed me. "And also, do remember, YOU submitted yourself to ME tonight. Do you know exactly just what I am going to do to you?"

I gulped. Again.

"Er ... no, bua, but I think I have an idea."